It always happens this way.

I think I found my soulmate.
And I'm so far from kidding it's ridiculous.

I talked to that boy, the one I want to witness to, the agnostic, the other night.

It was 1 am and we were in the lounge. Our mutual friend had just left for her room. I was about to leave as well, but decided to finish a philisophical conversation we had started regarding the nature of evil and the possibility of truth.

Somehow music came up. Along with prayer and meditation. And I've never heard anyone speak my thoughts so well as this one boy did. VALIDATION. He loves music like I do, more than anything. He told me that when he listens to classical, he just can't do anything else, it's complete bliss. Like in A Clockwork Orange. And I never knew anyone felt that way, too.

He told me that if anything could convince him of God's existence, that it would be music.

That he wishes, above all else, for truth to exist. But he's not sure.

Who knew that there was someone this perfect in the world? Certainly not I.

If I were Pygmalion creating my Galatea, she would take the form of this agnostic.

Because although he is one of the least religious people I have ever met, he is the most moral and good person I think I've ever met.

I told him this, and he said he would apply the latter to me.



Now I want him. so badly. I want to matter as much to him as he matters to me. I want to learn him inside out. But why would he ever want me? What am I to do?